Two Poems by Ed Ahern


I am refigured by the missing –
hard scarred by their death,
wounded by their departure,
blotched by my disregard.

Grafted relatives and friends,
often greatly loved,
grow over burns
visible through new skin.

My changing self-appearance
comes with aging realization
that I too will be numbered
among the missing.

The Sand Castle

The waves wash a little further
up my walls with every surge,
cold-peeling sun warmth
and sand in rising strips.
I watch with inert abilities
the crumbling disappearance
of imperfect towers closer than I
to rinsing water, awaiting the wave
that returns me to the beach.


Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over two hundred fifty stories and poems published so far, and five books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of six review editors.

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